A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Joan Miró

You release the initials, the bird, the rhombus.
You also know how to leave the purple,
Any blue and yellow in freedom.
All the colors can approach
When a boy leads them in the Sun
And creates phosphorescence:
The order that disintegrates itself
Forms another order attached
To the real - this obscure myth.
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

MIROH

Versions: #3
Across the mountain across the mountain
Across the river across the river
Across the mountain and range across the river and the ocean
Across all of it and the next
 
It’s not hard, in this rough jungle
It was me who ran into it, I’m okay
We goin’ higher in the next city
Looking down the buildings, fly all day
 
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going up over there
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going to fly higher
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going up over there
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going to fly higher
 
There’s no way because it’s my first time
I was daring because it’s my first time
That it was my first time became a weapon
It’s my first time, my first time, all of them
 
Poison, trap, toadstool you can set them up
I’ll survive in the end, whatever it takes
I know your traps, you set them up and I stomp on them tougher
There’s only one answer, you just have to open it
 
STRAY KIDS, WOO!
 
It’s not hard, in this rough jungle
It was me who ran into it, I’m okay
We goin’ higher in the next city
Looking down the buildings, fly all day
 
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going up over there
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going to fly higher
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going up over there
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going to fly higher
 
It’s not hard, in this rough jungle
It was me who ran into it, I’m okay
We goin’ higher in the next city
Looking down the buildings, fly all day
 
Lots of thorny vines, need to push down my cuts
But there’s no time to rest
I’m alright, I’m holding on and I keep on going
I just need to look ahead and run
 
Run through the maze like a beast
I’m avoiding all the familiar paths
Though inexperienced, it’s a new challenge
Imma Bear Grylls anything that blocks my dream
I’m going to eat it up
I run, it’s the adventure for my dream
 
It’s not hard, in this rough jungle
It was me who ran into it, I’m okay
We goin’ higher in the next city
Looking down the buildings, fly all day
 
It’s not hard, in this rough jungle
It was me who ran into it, I’m okay
We goin’ higher in the next city
Looking down the buildings, fly all day
 
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going up over there
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going to fly higher
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going up over there
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh woah-oh higher I’m going to fly higher
 

Snow falls on the beach

Chorus
Unknown singer, tell me, what is your song about?
What are you laughing about? What are you feeling sorrow about?
How far from each other we are!
I hear your voice from a black disk.
 
Chorus 2
The snow falls on the beach and the leaves fly…
What a wizard mirage, a sweep of a magic brush…
This is the dance of stars, the bridge of a volatile rainbow.
This is the bridge from heart to heart, from heart to heart…
 
Chorus 2
 
Translator, translate the words to the language of the night,
To the dialect of a cloud or grass on the meadow.
What are you waiting for, translator?
I see confusion in your eyes.
You haven’t the skill to do it, you can’t. But I can.
 
Chorus 2
Chorus
Chorus 2
 

Mirror

I apologize for my body
For my heart
I know that I changed the tone
Changed the background of my head
I forgot to bite your fingers
To show you what not to conceal
I apologize for my heart
For my body
 
But my death warrant is far away
Too far away, too strong
Still
 
Mirror, mirror
I know I'm the ugliest
Our bodies, our bodies
Cradled by all my mistakes
I am wrong, I am wrong
You don't see the end of the cross
The fate, the fate
Of dancing around death
Of dancing around death
 
But my death warrant is far away
Too far away, too strong
Still
 
I apologize for my body
I've never wanted to change the tone
I apologize for my heart
For my body
 

A mayor's word

Why do I call you, I know you're not home. I'm going outside, everybody's talking only about that you're involved in a conspiracy against the mayor. I called everybody, nobody knows where you are. I came to you, the door was opened, at least I took the copy. Please, call me right once you hear this message.
 
What to say? I see, someone have treaded on a rake
You have dissapointed me, you was tormented
The mountain is like on a hand under us, smog with smoke above it
Wine maybe? I have a pretty tolerable vineyard
The main thing, you don't get so scared, I'm not a monster
I have even browsed your published folio. Bravo, bis!
You would further write, joke, write about nature, pastorals
Okay, don't be so gloom, my eagles have overdone a bit too much
They didn't have to spoil your shirt and drag you to gallows
Why don't you, asshole, calm down? Relax, have fun, don't piss1
Those like you always see only negative, put on scales
But I worry for all the citizens, as if every one of them is my only son
I know, enemies claim that I am, allegedly, afraid of many
That I, allegedly, entwine the whole land like a cephalopod clam
Let be so, but what it will be if I go?
The neighboring cities, removed their despots, die in need. For comparison here are:
 
Mountain air, sport and health, resort
Casino, trading house, food courts
Welcome to Gorgorod!
A model of confortable rest
Golf, aquadrom and curling
Welcome to Gorgorod!
Handball world record
Hippodromes, cathedrals, bowling
Welcome to Gorgorod!
My people don't want reforms
And when fed again
Welcome to Gorgorod!
 
You have assembled only a half of the puzzle
Oil painting2, social lift like in Maslow's pyramid
The crowd is many-headed like Hydra or Cerberus
But it doesn't make the weather like a meteorological center
It, though I'm not Niccolò Machiavelli,
Revering, is allured to a block3, loop or stake,
Fear, chrism, icons, khaki, needle and shackles
You are way smarter, why the hell for you such plebeians? Eh?
The idiot under the mountain had washed your brains
'Everything is intertwined' another year, a bearded anecdote
A rogue-conspirologist. We're familiar with the Guru since
That troublesome warrior was an official, the one whose word was the law
Let's assume, enemies claim that I am, allegedly, afraid of many
Let's assume that I, allegedly, entwine the whole land like a cephalopod clam
Let's assume it is so, but what it will be if I go?
The neighboring cities, removed their despots, die in need. For comparison here is:
 
Mountain air, sport and health, resort
Casino, trading house, food courts
Welcome to Gorgorod!
A model of confortable rest
Golf, aquadrom and curling
Welcome to Gorgorod!
Handball world record
Hippodromes, cathedrals, bowling
Welcome to Gorgorod!
My people don't want reforms
And when fed again
Welcome to Gorgorod!
 
You understand, writer, you're a good guy
But you got in touch with a bad company. They, beasts, on purpose
Left you, barely feeling the small of burning
Look, there's dawn on the horizon, we even the Sun have under the legs
Keep in mind that this time you're lucky, career
Health, freedom — everything's okay
But here it is for you a mayor's word: there won't be a second chance
Shortly, take care, if once again speak with my daughter Alisa
 

• 1. Colloquial and slang form of the phrase 'don't be scared'
• 2. In Russian, a funny, ridiculous, extraordinary situation
• 3. Executioner's block

Intertwined

Everything is intertwined, a sea of webs, but
Pull the web, a clew will go after
This world is a spindle, zero coincidences
To be the web or a string, or a bowstring for a battle
 
Everything is intertwined in a single hank,
Web lump and not a callico handkerchief
The wind from the sky blows the tumble-weed
Everything is intertwined, but not predetermined
 
This is the world's picture of those,
Who counter yours, as a sect
'Cause everythings doesn't have a single architect
Everythings is intertwined, I'm destined to die here as a heretic.
 
Your world's picture is a grid,
A canvas, a textile napkin,
As if by work of a weaver or a sewer
But everything is intertwined, by itself, aslant, athwart
 
Everything is intertwined. There's a certificate in my hand,
That I hold the brain, but the heart goes free
My city gets tired to fix the power after despots
In a cut there's causal relationship
 
And there, everything is intertwined. Satyricon is everywhere
Inaction of law under assistance of icons
Kill yourself if not a cop or an official,
Our city won't be saved even by a miraculous salve
 
Though, everything is intertwined, time and Zeitnot,
Still life of death, official's bed, paper circulation,
But everyone is lonely in their body, a slaver and a Zealot
But, the city is a layered cake
 
You know, the world is, actually, simple: don't loan,
Don't bargain, guard the roof
Don't fuck the head1, don't say 'gop,'2
Protect psychos, strangers, heretics. 'Cause everything is intertwined
 
TV and terror, there are a brothel and casino with the church,
Cartels, an orphanage. It's darkness above the city hall,
Where an antipode to all this system, if from money for shit
Conglomerates make patent on an antidote
 
Here, not knowing whole categories of the ecosystem,
These blockheads divide everything, as a council of directors
But cabinets, favelas, hideout nests, a city council,
Political technologists, lenders, synod —
 
This is the world's picture of those,
Who counter yours, as a sect
'Cause everythings doesn't have a single architect
Everythings is intertwined, I'm destined to die here as a heretic.
 
Your world's picture is a grid,
A canvas, a textile napkin,
As if by work of a weaver or a sewer
But everything is intertwined, by itself, with hell knows what, athwart
 
Everything is intertwined. There's a certificate in my hand,
That I keep the nose, but the heart is in the run
I fiercely want spring, blindly on the edge, lucid dreams,
Flashbacks, dejavu, here even Devil would break his leg [complicated]
 
And even Astaroth all the same, jump-jump,
From isle to isle, tire fitting and pit stop,
And then, no stops seen,
Until our legs will be broken by an enemy bone-breaker
 
Here, so we live, and so we'll die,
We'll fertilize the mountain by ourselves, became its coal
In this unkind city as a slave or a rebel,
It's a nature cycle, worms will be eaten by an eagle,
 
A then, the worms the eagle. Everything is intertwined,
We'll embed halftones into their black and white movie,
Shades and colors, leviathan or behemoth,
Or mayor like a grey eminence, we have here a whole legion!
 
Everything is intertwined, Leo and Capricorn, with Virgo Taurus and Scorpio,
Saggitarius or Gemini's Acquarius.
Here's no esoterics, son, nobody goes with war on neighbors,
If the population has spermotoxicosis
 
Let, not understanding all my theories,
They mold conspirologists from us, saying our brains are dead,
But whose drug empire, you think, by city's arteries
Drives those containers with production waste,
Mined from ore under the mountain,
Sold over the hill3, while homes are in laboratories,
From its waste, by processing
They throw into the people the drug called 'Gor'
 

• 1. Annoy
• 2. Don't be glad of what you haven't yet achieved
• 3. Abroad

Dove

Versions: #3
Your eyes, my dove, your eyes
Little universes are your eyes
My eyes, my dove, my eyes
My eyes are full of you.
 
Your hands, my dove, your hands
Your hands are a soft blanket to me.
My hands my dove my hands
They've stopped the time from going
 
Your soul, my dove, your soul
Is light and free
My soul, my dove, my soul
Is yours and only yours
 
Your lips, my dove, your lip
Are like a fresh mountain source
My mouth, my dove, my mouth
Is like fiery lava
 
Your soul, my dove, your soul
Is light and free
My soul, my dove, my soul
Is yours and only yours
 
Your heart, my dove, your heart
Is like a love song to me
My heart, my dove, my heart
Is like a green spring
Is like a passionate summer
Is like a rainy autumn
Is like an icy winter
 

A lelkem nyoma

Hallgass meg engem,
Mikor a kékség mélyébe zuhansz,
Mikor a hit elhalványul benned,
És nem adsz egy még tízcentest sem
 
Hallgass meg engem,
Mikor elveszíted magad a félelemben,
De még mindig megbocsátást adsz
Az embereknek, akik bántanak téged, büszkeséggel.
 
Hallgass meg engem,
A csillagok fényében felettünk,
A hatalmas sasok röptében,
És a víz csendjében.
 
Hallgass meg engem,
És ha akarod, emlékezz rám
És ha akarod, emlékezz erre
Csak kevés ideig voltam ezen a világon.
 
Hallgass meg engem,
A dolgok körülöttünk tovább mennek,
Mégis a szerelem teremt napjainkban,
Maradvány az emberi nyomunkból.
 
Hallgass meg engem,
Csak hagyd a bánatod a szélben,
Dobd a kenyeredből a folyóba,
Bátran változtasd meg a sorsod!
 
Hallgass meg engem,
Akkor is, ha nem vagyok közel
És csak a dalok maradtak itt
A lelkem nyoma.
 

A Mark of My Soul

Hear me,
When you're falling into the blue deep,
When faith in you is fading
And you're not giving any dime
 
Hear me,
When you lost yourself in fears
But still you’re giving the forgiveness
To people hurt you, with a pride...
 
Hear me,
Into the light of stars above us,
In highest flights of mighty eagles,
And in the silence of a water.
 
Hear me,
And if you want – you can remember me
And if you want – you can remember that
I've been into this world just for a while.
 
Hear me,
The things around us go away,
Yet love creates in an our day
A trace from our human trace.
 
Hear me,
Just leave your sorrow to the wind,
Throw out from your bread into the river
And bravely change your destiny.
 
Hear me,
When even I’m not any near
And only song remains it here
Remains a mark from soul of mine...
 

It was worth it.

Versions: #2
As a group of seven we came through deep rivers,
from White (i.e. west) through the heights of a distant land
two sisters so beautiful and us five brothers
and lead by us, a powerful host went
 
Oh my God, Beauty is all around us!
This will be our homeland, here is to the soul Salvation,
for seven days have we marched heavy steps
and we has come until the deep blue sea
 
It was worth every single drop of sweat of my face
It was worth because now God itself is blessing us!
 
While all around bonfires are burning out, fire still burn inside me
of tiredness the body aches, of bleeding callous...
Let it happen, let them hurt: there is not rest
in the path of honor and glory of a people!
 
When going any further I will not, when I will finally lay
and will God call me to gave the final account,
let's allow Him to judge me freely, as I didn't have to regret any of my day, I'm proud of every of my own deed!
 

Szuvenír

Az életem egy szuvenír
egy poros út, melyen részegen áthajtottam.
Ez csak egy szuvenír
más helyekről, ahol már voltam.
Lépések melyeket már elrejtettem
könnyek melyeket megittam
Megtévesztések, melyeket már megbocsátottal.
 
A múltban, olyanok maradunk mint amilyenek voltunk
a pillanat egy szuvenírré válik
Lázadó voltam egy ügy nélkül
egy hamis filmbeli hős
És egy részem továbbra is szuvenír maradt.
 
És megint, a vágások gyógyulnak és a sebek szuvenírré válnak
és nélkülem a világ, továbbra is forogni fog
az idő megáll, gyönyörű voltál
én voltam saját magam legerősebb ellenfele
én voltam saját magam legnagyobb félelme
zárt ajtók mögé szorultam.
 
A múltban, olyanok maradunk mint amilyenek voltunk
a pillanat egy szuvenírré válik
Lázadó voltam egy ügy nélkül
egy hamis filmbeli hős
És egy részem továbbra is szuvenír maradt.
 
Nem számít hol rejtőzködöm, látom magamat
nem számít hova megyek, minden megváltozik
nem számít hol rejtőzködöm, az Úr lát engem
Vidd a szerelmet (vidd), neked adom a szuvenírem.
 

Mindörökké

Éjszaka és nappal már egyek lettek számomra
Azt akarod, hogy az egészet előröl kezdjük?
Most vissza tudjuk hozni a szerelmet?
 
Már elveszítettelek, éjszaka és nappal, de nem tudom -
Akár velem vagy, akár nem a végéig?
Ne hazudj csak azért, hogy ne bánts!
 
Éjszaka és nappal már egyek lettek számomra
 
Refrén: (x2)
Akarlak téged, de örökké akarlak -
Éjszaka és nappal, hogy a valóságban velem légy!
Veled akarok élni, de tudom - ez fájni fog!
 
Fájni fog...
 
A magány keserű, és a szerelem tovább éget!
Megváltoztathatjuk magunkat - nem tudom...
Most vissza tudjuk hozni a szerelmet?
 
Éjszaka és nappal már egyek lettek számomra
 
Refrén: (x2)
Akarlak téged, de örökké akarlak -
Éjszaka és nappal, hogy a valóságban velem légy!
Veled akarok élni, de tudom - ez fájni fog!
 
Fájni fog...
 
Refrén: (x2)
Akarlak téged, de örökké akarlak -
Éjszaka és nappal, hogy a valóságban velem légy!
Veled akarok élni, de tudom - ez fájni fog!
 
Mindörökké...
 

Ugorj át rajtam

Űrhajó - tejút,
rossz utazás - rossz irány
a mai ösvény rövid,
Tom Cruise, tágra nyílt szemek.
Nem leszek olyan nyomorult mint Richie, veni vidi vici1,
vannak itt más járókelők is, de nekem úgy tűnik, hogy
Leonardo Fibonacci számításokat végzünk,
axiómák, tételek, eladó álmok.
 
Nem számít mennyi, van elég idő?
Ami fontos, hogy mi egyek vagyunk.
Hagytál nyomot, ha visszafordulsz holnap?
Csináld a dolgod, melyek elveszik a lélegzeted.
Ugorj át rajtam2, ugorj át rajtam,
magad fölött, az örökkévalóságig,
ahol nincsenek korlátok, számodra és számomra.
Bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd be.
Bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd be.
Bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd be.
 
Senki, senki, senki nem állíthat meg minket,
amikor egyek vagyunk az égen.
Tudom, hogy van mennyország, nem keleten vagy nyugaton,
hanem magunkban, a saját sorsomat alakítom.
 
Nem számít mennyi, van elég időnk?
A fontos az, hogy mi egyek vagyunk.
Hagytál nyomot, ha visszafordulsz holnap?
Csináld a dolgod, melyek elveszik a lélegzeted.
Ugorj át rajtam, ugorj át rajtam,
magad fölött, az örökkévalóságig,
ahol nincsenek korlátok, számodra és számomra.
Bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd be.
Bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd be.
Bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd be.
 
A porból kiemelkedek, felhasználva a tudást,
Még mindig zöld vagy - még mindig éles vagyok,
nem nézek rájuk, nem is hallom őket.
Látsz engem? Nem - füst, porfelhő.
Elrepülök a Plútóra, kozmikusan szinkronizálódok.
Verem a mellkasom, mint King Kong,
bal, jobb, bal, jobb, ping-pong.
Tisztán dolgozok, hívj Monk-nak.
A Nagy Bumm elmélet, pénz, bank - fogd.
Evőeszközök nélkül eszek, hajnalig zúzok,
mi az amit csinálok - mondd meg nekem - nem, nem számít.
Folytatni tudom, pörgetni.
 
Keletre, nyugatra, éjszakra és délre
forgassuk meg (x3)
 
Nem számít mennyi, van elég időnk?
A fontos az, hogy mi egyek vagyunk.
Hagytál nyomot, ha visszafordulsz holnap?
Csináld a dolgod, melyek elveszik a lélegzeted.
Ugorj át rajtam, ugorj át rajtam,
magad fölött, az örökkévalóságig,
ahol nincsenek korlátok, számodra és számomra.
Bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd be.
Bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd be.
Bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd, bizonyítsd be.
 

• 1. jöttem, láttam, győztem
• 2. lépj át rajtam

Don't Cling To My Wings

I don't see any sense in this anymore
Just pretty sentences that go around
Yes, you speak but you're not saying anything to me
 
You are beautiful, 'You're ugly!' I say
I dig my grave and plea for your grudge
I speak about how I will yet rise today
 
This is the last time I'll get angry
Tomorrow, at long last I'll change
And I won't mention you anything
 
You can't reach me
Don't cling to my wings
You'll never reach me
Even if you cling to my wings
 
Every time you say what the heck
I'm wondering what I demanded this time
I believe I don't owe you anything
 
In my dreams I press your head against the pillow
Until I know the tracks can surely be found
In the mornings I cry my little visions
 
Today, finally, is my time to get angry
Tomorrow, you'll be missing my number
And I won't mention you anything
 
You can't reach me
Don't cling to my wings
You'll never reach me
(Catch me if you can, catch me if you can!)
Even if you cling to my wings
(Tar in feathers)
 
Don't even think that this is
You're not thinking this is
Don't even think that this is
Difficult, difficult
Difficult, not at all
Not at all
 

Just a writer

[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Verse 1]
I wasn't born to do great things
What am I warring with, f*ck, the leader or the dissident?
And how I stupidly found myself with this constant thing
In the middle of life in the forest within the twilight
I barely wear a cross for I am not Jesus
Who and to where will I ever lead? I'm lost myself.
They ask who have I become? What am I fighting for? Where's the way
Eat your fill, thanks to god, let me support you
Give me credit, don't get worked up and don't worry
Who sticks out? Don't teach me how to live! Little by little
Dolce Vita, Chic or Kitsch - it's all too much
Rich men: Givenchy, Jimmy- Jimmy Choo
Judging by their eyes, everyone is really cheered up
The jaw here and there, frozen gums
Honestly guys, I myself don't even know who I've become
I'm just a writer, my job is to write - not f*ck around!
 
[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Verse 2]
I won't start a fight with evil
All the rebels here are as doomed as Absalom
I'm all for good, but I write books and as for the rest:
Yes burn in the blue fire! I don't give a f'ck!
Hiding from my issues and where do I go to make trouble?
I'm the city with no rights here myself - good for me
I'm not a rich kid from here. I naturally see the bigotry of a despot.
Who has an honest offshore here?
Well, if you find a corner - don't shit where you live
Your conversations about the trumpets are f*cked up
I haven't kissed any b*tch's ass - my conscience is clear
The rest is society's problem - Listen, why'd you do that?
They already rubbed me about Olympus and shame
The party isn't a convent, take off your halo and cool off
We have a banquet while it's noisy, are the nymph's eyes empty?
But then again our nymphs are young, yours are like Windows 3
Doesn't f*ck around!
 
[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Outro]
Understand that it won't f*ck me up
What do you have? A strong world here? A politician?
Hello! I'm a writer. The role of the savior isn't mine.
Look how not even the grief gets to me.
Time to go home, this party's ruined - some drank too much and is vomiting
I come out onto the square, lights, but we're not in New York. Given that the car is roaring
I almost sit in a taxi, but I suddenly see her..
 

Russian Cockney

Speaking our Russian Cockney1
Without a dictionary, you'll die like the Etruscans...
 
Your neighbourhood is 'endz' or 'bits',
Panel girls are called 'skets',
And trust me, 'food' is not only about meals, you'll not buy it in Tesco and Sainsbury's.
Like 'lemon&cheese'2, an owner is 'landlord', if you rent an 'apartment',
Don't trust him: know that he's not your 'fam' or 'mate', and not all of your 'mandem'3 are 'bredren'...4
They wait for you here at nights, with 'screwfaces' under the hoods,
Basically, there're those who are more obnoxious, those who are 'on hype' and tear London to shreds,
You are probably a 'badman'5
If you say 'Wag1'6 instead of hi,
But you are a 'wasteman' posing as a local and thinking:
I can't wait to go back to Brighton and Plymouth,
It's unlikely that England will accept you if you don't know that a 'quid' is a pound, 1000 is a 'grand', a gun is a 'tool', a knife is a 'shank', that's right, 'innit'...
'Off ur face' or 'wasted' means drunk as fuck and 'tipsy' means drunk just a little,
The transport pass is called 'oyster card', fuck knows why, 'it's some next ting',
Cases in Cockney - to hell with them,
A chick here is a 'jezzy', a 'bird' or a 'gash',
She might be 'buff'7 or 'butterz'8: fucking awesome, puffed-up, ugly and everything in between,
Oi! If something's from the street, it's 'gully' and 'gutter', know, that we caught you, aesthete, when you babbled about dubstep and two-step not knowing that the district is called a 'council estate'9 – 'nutter'10!
Screwed up? They'll tell you 'fix up'!
'Nice one' means everything's fucking great,
To diss is to 'par', to show respect they say 'big up' and 'safe'
And there's a red 'rizla'11 for 'zoots'12
And the message for every dubstep tourist:
You're on the island, 'cuz'13, watch your back,
You may be a dangerous gangster in your neighbourhood,
But here, near Brixton and Plaistow, you're hipster!
 
Speaking our Russian Cockney
Without a dictionary, you'll die like the Etruscans...
 

• 1. Oxxximiron used to live in London. He explains some of local slang words in the song. I put them and other English words used in the original in quotation marks.
• 2. Some weed types have names like 'lemon haze' or 'blue cheese'
• 3. Mandem - friends/acquaintances
• 4. Bredren - brothers/best friends
• 5. Badman - a gangster
• 6. 'Wah gwan' means 'whats going on', taken from the carribean accent 'patois' and daily used as UK slang talk for hello, spelt as 'Wag1' on chat sites and MSN as it takes less time to type
• 7. Buff means 'good-looking'
• 8. Butters means 'ugly'
• 9. Council estate - is an area of a city in which there are council houses and apartments
• 10. Nutter is a crazy person.
• 11. Rizla is a brand of rolling paper
• 12. Zoot is another word for marihuana cannabis, a spliff weed or a joint
• 13. Cuz - a buddy, a mate

Calling the mice to fight

Calling the mice to fight,
Let meeting with me
Though a million, though a billion.
I am a tiger, not a cat, inside of me now lives
Not Leopold, but a leopard
 
The wool on end, a chin up,
Don't stay on the road in my way,
If I will meet a thousand devils,
I will tear into a thousand parts.
 

Bipolar Girl

The press is fucking with our minds again, the chills and jetlag
Shove the badge and the questions up your ass, Sherlock
We give a part of ourselves to rap, like Tosin does to djent,
And we rake in the cash, tears still fresh, the year is engraved on the grave stone
 
We're asking in vain: give us all more than shelter here
Like a wanderer really waits for a flickering light of an inn
We, who are sacrificing everything for the onlookers
Those, who having finished with the ring around our neck will throw it into the muzzle*
 
And what do we get in return? Man, what's in return?
That people's love is bitter bread - a joke on an evening show
When you're poor, you have great expectations from a grand paycheck, but
Where will you go, when the paycheck can't save you, like medicinal juices could?
 
'Oxx, what are you on?
You have everything which a little underground rapper could dream of
You've left the gutters, and instead of being happy with your successes
Here is another sob story. Look at how we live,
I don't think anybody around you lives like that,
Our alcohol is cheaper than a textbook.
So if you're wining, you're a wimp like Chandler.
 
This is bigger than you, more than
Your self-examination of a useless clown, man
Remember, we went side by side together for a hundred years
We followed the same road to the same dream
 
With God's help to the end, instead of disappearing
For a few more years, send that shit away
'Hey, wuss, you won't live forever
Get yourself together! Why are you such a wimp?'
 
Yeah, you're right, but it seems
You've jumped to conclusions, guys,
In a year and a half, I've lost myself.
My friends: two are dead, one is resuscitated
 
Each step I take is under a microscope
And real talk, if I make a tiny mistake, that's it
I waited for a year to give away the throne
The crown is heavy, I'm tired of fucking everyone
 
It's that age, when you start
And you grab everything out of thin air, you're aggressive to adults.
Remember? My home was a drifting island
And my only possessions were helium and air
 
Don't write - 'Oxx, let your hair grow long'
After three years of being in the press, I've gone bald
And I would love to leave, but I can't let my friends down
My conscience won't let me
 
From my oral area
Must emerge a new poem and be flow-plastid
Seem like a pop-artist, but still an MC
Big boss, CEO, that feeds his team
 
A kind son, down to earth
An Oxford graduate, but nobody gives a fuck
You, catcher in the rye, laugh while you're above the abyss
The motto on Crawley's arm says 'God Forgives'**
 
MC frienemies are circling
Dancing round my dead body
But I'm a live corpse, being strangled by my own flesh
If you stab me - I'll bust my gut
 
So keep flowing, you gypsy song
Don't know what I've become, used to be a nerdy kid,
But I'm not sad, I don't care,
Because my bipolar girl loves me...
 

Friendship

When the man is rich,
Rich and happy.
All the friends love him.
Even the ones which do not fancy him (much).
 
Long time ago, our old ones have said,
Stay without money, to see your friends,
Stay without money, and you'll see,
As for a crust of bread, you'll suffer.
 
Chorus:
Friendship is gone!
Friendship is just acting today!
Your friends, your friends,
Are (only) your wife and your children.
 
Friendship is gone!
In this age, that is just a lie!
Your friends, your friends,
Are (only) your wife and your children.
 
When your friend visits you,
He drinks, and he dances with you.
But (for) a big lesson you will pay,
Your friend will make a fool out of you.
 
When the man is poor,
Poor, unhappy,
His friends pass by him, not recognizing him.
Blinded, they will say: Look at this guy!
 
Long time ago, our old ones have said,
Stay without money, to see your friends,
Stay without money, and you'll see,
As for a crust of bread, you'll suffer.
 
Chorus.
 

Poor Independent Bosnia

ALAS poor independent Bosnia
Thanks to Alija you are destroyed
Because you declared Bosnia's independence
There will no longer be a head on your shoulders
 
It is time for the Serbian revenge
All the mosques will be blown away
There's no more Ante, Azem or Tito
To protect you from the Serb again
 
There's no point to hold the Ramadan fast
Nor Allah nor Virgin Mary will save you
No one is as strong as the Serb
And the Serbs will not be enslaved again
 
It is time for the Serbian revenge
All the mosques will be blown away
There's no more Ante, Azem or Tito
To protect you from the Serb again
 
You wont get away like last time, Alija
And you will carry your dimije on a stick
Your doom is already in sight
Right when your daughter is studying politics
 
It is time for the Serbian revenge
All the mosques will be blown away
There's no more Ante, Azem or Tito
To protect you from the Serb again
 

I live in the best of worlds ...

I live in the best of worlds -
I don't need a hut!
The earth is my bed, the sky is my shelter, -
Shivers run down my spine.
 
But I am well!
 
I live fine in the land -
In the ditch quite on the ground -
In pleasant silence.
 
The rays burn - one needs no fire-wood -
Anybody may come to me!
What a pity - they don't repair the shelter,
And in this best of worlds
It happens to rain.
 
But I am well!
 
You do not believe - then come,
Sit down and do not desire you can't overcome, -
Be careful not to wake up!
 
Everything is wonderful - verything above me, -
Praised be the lord by me!
There is still a hole in the strap,
I could ride on the horse -
Yet there is no horse.
 
But I am well!
 
All the mischiefs are gossip.
I let the strings sound,
Sing one after another for three days -
Listen to me!
 

Big celebration, trumpets play

Big celebration, trumpets are playing
You are becoming a young bride.
You dance in a white dress,
And everybody wonders, why are you crying...
 
As a madman, I run, I flee,
To not see, to hide my tears...
 
Chorus:
May a big rain fall,
To make everybody wet.
So nobody sees that you are crying,
That you are crying!
 
The rain, and your tears
May they be fellows tonight
May them two be together,
Like you and me used to be,
Oh, God!
 
Big celebration, trumpets are playing
You are becoming a young bride.
You dance in a white dress,
And everybody wonders, why are you crying...
 
And I know, you cry because of me,
Why did you leave me, you don't even know...
 
Chorus.
 
May the rain fall, may the lightning strike,
May there be no celebration.
There's no life for me without you
How could you forget me, and be with him?
 
I will steal you, may they kill me...
If they find me, may they bury me...
 

Tenderly rough

I'll find the password to your feelings
And again you'll be ready to surrender
I'll steal you, I'll take you with me
Come on, we won't pretend
 
With her I disappear without saying a word
I break her heart again
Lips to lips, tenderly rough
In the dark I kindle a flame
quieter sounds, louder thoughts about you
 
I'm again drunk, I'll spend this night with you
We don't need drama, just dance with me
just dance, just dance around
just a kiss, another kiss
I'm again drunk, Again drunk of you
 
You got closer, you looked away
but you didn't hide a smile
You allow me to do what's forbidden
with me you're ready for a mistake
 
With her I disappear without saying a word
I break her heart again
Lips to lips, tenderly rough
In the dark I kindle a flame
quieter sounds, louder thoughts about you
 
I'm again drunk, I'll spend this night with you
We don't need drama, just dance with me
just dance, just dance around
just a kiss, another kiss
I'm again drunk, Again drunk of you
 
When this night will pass, when the moon will disappear
I'll get sad, a bit empty
Tell me, How to be without you?
Don't you dare to let go of my hand
And to let this night to continue
together in the dark, thoughts of you
So now
 
I'm again drunk, I'll spend this night with you
We don't need drama, just dance with me
just dance, just dance around
just a kiss, another kiss
I'm again drunk, Again drunk of you
 
I'm again drunk, I'll spend this night with you
We don't need drama, just dance with me
just dance, just dance around
just a kiss, another kiss
I'm again drunk, Again drunk of you
 

Chitinous Carapace

People live in manors, waste their heritage, end up in stairwells
And people live together, but it's a sequence of mechanical actions
At first, people are such dreamers that consume with their eyes and wait in the night
But people reap sorrows, burn the pier after leaving and shrug their shoulders
People find something in words, go to therapists, and get dogs
People get acquainted again like nothing's wrong, they don't lose their minds
People believe in horoscopes and astrological signs, but everyone is replaceable — slots are the same
And the city is drowning in greenery, someone swims out, someone drowns — C'est la vie
 
And we never know what we've lost...
There's a whirpool ahead, I'm vulnerable, don't peel off my chitinous carapace
But who would touch your face now?
There's a whirpool ahead, don't spare me, peel off my chitinous carapace
 
People spill liqueur on a counter sitting in a bar, they drink it since
Not everyone takes well that nobody will ever tell them: wait a minute
And yes, everything complete and appropriate is much more appreciated here
And if something is shared — it's a bad call. All men can aim, they'll put their hands on it in a heartbeat
People suffer, choose 500 different outfits when they lose their faces
People die and that's it, there's a landlord, he evicts tenants...
People see signs and omens everywhere, but they're not sure where their fears and doubts are
And clouds hang around the sky, absolutely mute and totally indifferent
 
And we never know what we've lost...
There's a whirpool ahead, I'm vulnerable, don't peel off my chitinous carapace
But who would touch your face now?
There's a whirpool ahead, don't spare me, peel off my chitinous carapace
 

My darling*

That's it, I can't live without you,
I understood that I will go mad
And that I love only you.
 
Wait, please, wait for me
And be sure, I am yours.
Together we will be ok.
 
Chorus:
Oy, oy, my darling,
I'm madly in love
With you, my darling,
You are my happy dream.
 
Oy, oy, my darling,
You are my tender angel.
I am flying to you, my darling,
being not myself.
 
I live in this world for you,
I value only you
And, know it, I love only you.
 
You, you are the ideal of my dream,
You are the reflection of beauty
And you are the only one in the whole world.
 

Do You Sometimes Think of Me?

The fields smell good, the lindens are in bloom
The summer is being born in my eye
The desire for you is setting my chest on fire
Is there someone in your heart?
 
Chorus 2x
Do you sometimes think of me?
Do you think of our dreams?
Does our summer keep you warm
Or is it some new love?
 
The willows whisper the story of us
Our waterside knows the truth
And life, as if to punish me,
Takes me further and further away from our dream
 
Chorus 2x
 
The silvery river, the nights of pain
We found each other there and gave everything
Some paths will meet someday
But the two watersides will never meet again
 
Chorus 2x
 

I watch it all

It's fifth of the month, and I've got paid.
I'm going to Parque Patricios to get a friend,
I get in the bar La Perla and order a beer,
while I'm waiting for a friend who hasn't arrived yet.
 
I watch it all sitting from the bar
I watch it all sitting from the bar
I watch it all
 
It's been four hours and no news of my friend
I order another beer, while I wait
the whores of the corner sell their sex,
for a couple of banknotes, that I have today.
 
Morality passed by the bar corner
and the whores fell for it without thinking
the blonde of your dreams ordered a whiscola
while I was watching sitting, from my table
 

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I wanted to steal you

[Zvonko:]
In my heart, there's a huge wound,
And that wound is you.
You wanted to make a huge sin,
To seize my wife from me.
 
I am going to church, and praying to God,
That God forgives you all.
 
[Sofi:] (Chorus):
I wanted to steal you,
From your wife, from your kids.
I wanted to steal you,
To be only mine.
 
The tears of your wife,
Cause me a lot of qualm.
I love you so much,
But your wife had won.
 
[Zvonko:]
I only wanted a little adventure,
But you've gone into deep water.
Love had blinded you,
You even wanted to sell my children.
 
Me and my God will forgive you all,
But my heart, you know, never...
 
[Sofi:] (Chorus.)
 
[Zvonko:] (Chorus:)
You wanted to steal me,
From my wife, from my kids.
You wanted to steal me,
To be only yours.
 
The tears of my wife,
Cause you a lot of qualm.
You love me so much,
But my wife had won.
 
[Sofi:] (Chorus.)
 

Jealous

I travelled to distant places,
In a search for a beautiful wife.
I was looking for beauty,
But I didn't realize that she'd be jealous as well.
 
Chorus:
I have a wife, I have a wife,
And I will die from her.
She's even jealous on the little sister.
 
I have a wife, I have a wife,
I will die from her.
She's even jealous on the friends.
 
I have a wife, a very jealous one,
Jealous and also.... kuvedzika1????
Oh, she embarrassed me,
To not go out with my two friends.
 
Chorus.
 
Ooh, when the neighbors come by to drink coffee,
She closes the door, and doesn't let me in.
She doesn't let me in, to see them,
Oh, the jealousy kills her, and she will kill me.
 
Chorus.
 

• 1. I've never heard this word before.

Harsh Tango

Wandering the world like a bird,
Traversing the path of life,
Occasionally, sometimes, once in a while, as they say,
I would like to drop off and fall asleep.
Give the ship a minute of rest,
Tomorrow she will go her own way.
In faraway travels, battles and campaigns,
I swear, I will forget about all.
 
Chorus:
But at this hour, when I caress you with my hand,
When love, all by itself, burns without asking us.
With a mad force, I quietly repeat:
'Please understand, my dear, please believe me,
You are my idol, I will not leave you'.
 
Departing to further expanse,
I will glitter with an unrequested tear,
In passion, as in happiness,
All of us are seeking constancy,
But nothing lasts forever under the moon, no!
Maybe you will tell somebody,
Somewhere at the end of your years:
'Still, there was, there was a minute,
Of that love, which is no more'.
 
Chorus
 

MIRO

R.O.M.E.O.
Let me take your body turn to me
R.O.M.E.O
Look at that, look at that
(Let me say yeah)
One o one for the love
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Let me see your body turn my way
(Yeah yeah yeah)
 
I slowly go to you
As if I’m familiar with it, I secretly eye for a crack
(I’m eyeing your heart nannannannanana)
So wait my lady
Very slowly
Trust yourself to me
I’m lucky
I’m getting lucky
 
You drench my heart
Even your face that looks at me
A girl like you drives me crazy
 
Why are you drenching me
With those red lips
Kiss me
You are my lucky babe
 
I’m getting sucked into a force
That I can’t escape
In this place
Show yourself to me
 
You’re a maze
I can’t push you away
You’re a maze, there’s no answer
Maze maze maze
You’re in my fantasy
Here and there, I look
But I endlessly go around the maze
 
Oh oh oh oh oh
MIRO MIRO MIRO MIRO baby
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Trapped in a maze
 
Check it check it check it
Oh my girl
What do I do? My heart is racing
What do I do?
Take care of me now
(nannannanana)
 
I’m still going to you, you’re mine
There’s no need to think about it
I can’t lose a girl like you
 
Why are you drenching me
With those red lips
Kiss me
You‘re my lucky baby
 
I’m getting sucked into a force
That I can’t escape
In this place
Show yourself to me
 
You’re a maze
I can’t push you away
You’re a maze, there’s no answer
Maze maze maze
You’re in my fantasy
Here and there, I look
But I endlessly go around the maze
 
You shine so much, my eyes are wide open
Crazy for your beauty
Take care of me for falling for you
You’re so dazzling
That face is dangerous
You aim for me, breathtakingly
Get your loved, love me right
Come to me slowly
 
I’m getting sucked into a force
That I can’t escape
In this place
Show yourself to me
 
So I won’t get lost again,
Hold my hand
(Now accept me please)
Now accept me
 
You’re a maze
I can’t push you away
You’re a maze, there’s no answer
Maze maze maze
(Because you’re in my fantasy)
You’re in my fantasy
Here and there, I look
But I endlessly go around the maze
 
Oh oh oh oh oh
MIRO MIRO MIRO MIRO baby
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Trapped in your maze
 
Oh oh oh oh oh
MIRO MIRO MIRO MIRO baby
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Trapped in your maze
 
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Not of This World

Just how much it all turned! How much smoke it took just not to see what was of this world.
With toes always curled, when they said: 'son, you know you're simply not of this world.'
Just how much it all turned, but all is nothing apart from poetry that is of this world.
Grew up with no clear return, but the label always stuck - son, you're not of this world.
 
Son, you're not of this world, excess, like a pen leaking ink,
As if someone dug a crop out, or just cut off a link,
From a chain, where every one is exemplary (I piss on them!),
Every link with this world is going off tangentially.
 
As the cuts were stinging, I heated up the sand,
And whoever I meet now, a barrier stands,
And you're pretty much fine, but, rummaging inside you,
On goes the search for anyone a bit like you.
 
Where the mindless, the homeless, the shabby ones,
The smoked out Cauldfields and twitchy Durdens,
Anhedonia, and Jared Leto's omens,
We're born to amphetamine, nu-metal and Baphomet.
 
You're the type that can't believe the hype - we're Peter Pans,
We grow from days of foam, but we don't grow right,
Raving from a one track mind, the minibus leaves for a mini-home -
In his image, God makes man.
 
Chorus:
Just how much it all turned! How much smoke it took just not to see what was of this world.
With toes always curled, when they said: 'son, you know you're simply not of this world.'
Just how much it all turned, but all is nothing apart from poetry that is of this world.
Grew up with no clear return, but the label always stuck - son, you're not of this world.
 
Books spread opinions, doubts come from within them,
And from doubt, laziness, and from there, oblivion.
Michel Houellebecq, de Lautréamont, even Necromonicon,
Again, this world's a target for payback.
 
DJs, tapes and decks - all that type.
Seems you're like bad wounds, infecting all life.
Of us, the city thinks the worst, one stab and then you're burst.
The truth is like a fungus - born from fights over this curse.
 
Where's Aldous fucking Huxley now? Don't you like this brave new world?
Then you're just a kid - back to the creche, get out!
Surrounded by defeats, and by failures, by cursed poets and those blessed with graphomania,
The knights of subculture, defenders of glass covers, warriors of lacquer, forgotten music lovers.
It's like this world hangs over a glass fucking panel, but I can see the light at the end of your sonic tunnel.
 
Chorus:
Just how much it all turned! How much smoke it took just not to see what was of this world.
With toes always curled, when they said: 'son, you know you're simply not of this world.'
Just how much it all turned, but all is nothing apart from poetry that is of this world.
Grew up with no clear return, but the label always stuck - son, you're not of this world.
 
Just how much it all turned! How much smoke it took just not to see what was of this world.
With toes always curled, when they said: 'son, you know you're simply not of this world.'
Just how much it all turned, but all is nothing apart from poetry that is of this world.
Grew up with no clear return, but the label always stuck - son, you're not of this world.